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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Wreckage.

Ah, you don't care about me, you dick. What I am now have been through a lot of downfall. I miss you, but you don't know. and If you do, you won't care. I miss how we used to be. I miss what we used to do. But you don't. So I don't know how long I am going to hold on to you. Honestly I'm such a big wreckage right now. my grades are decreasing. my future is blurry. my ability is sinking. what is wrong. nothing. everything's just getting worse. and it's not funny.